The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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Madness in Love.
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Madness in Love.
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Sure 'twas a Dream: How long, Fond Man, have IBeen lull'd into Captivity?
My Newgate was my Want of Wit,
I did my Self commit, my Bonds I Knit:
I my own Gaoler was, my only Foe
That did my freedome disallow:
I was a Prisoner 'cause I would be so.
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'Twas a fine life I liv'd when I did dress
My self to Court your peevishness;
When I did at your foot-stool lye,
Expecting from your eye to live or dye.
My self to Court your peevishness;
When I did at your foot-stool lye,
Expecting from your eye to live or dye.
Now frowns or smiles, I care not which I have;
Nay, rather than I'le be your slave,
I'le Court the Plague to send me to my grave.
Nay, rather than I'le be your slave,
I'le Court the Plague to send me to my grave.
III.
And now I will shake off my chains, and prove
Opinion built the Gaol of Love;
Made all his Bonds, gave him his Bow,
His bloody Arrows too which murder so.
Opinion built the Gaol of Love;
Made all his Bonds, gave him his Bow,
His bloody Arrows too which murder so.
May all the Oaths which idle Lovers dream,
Be all contriv'd to make a Theam
For some carousing Poets drunken Flame.
Be all contriv'd to make a Theam
For some carousing Poets drunken Flame.
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